Page 49 of Falling for Red
“I can’t just pick up and go. I have to think about Gabby.”
“Of course we’ll bring Gabby.”
My heart nearly skips a beat, and he pushes me back. I flop down onto the couch, and he’s hovering above me.
“She’ll be at ski school all day. We’ll hit the hot tub after a morning on the slopes.” His gaze darkens before kissing my neck. “We’ll have our time, then pick her up and have dinner together.”
I shake my head, trying to bite back a smile. “You make it sound so easy.”
His lips tease my collarbone. “It could be.” The assuredness on his face. He’s serious.
“In January, she’ll be five. It seems young for ski school.”
“I’ve seen kids younger out there.”
He wants to do this, really do this. “We’ll see.”
Jake grumbles, then his lips crash into mine. “Right now. I want toseehow many times I can make you come before dinner’s ready.”
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“Ilove making you blush like that,” I murmur against her lips. I think she’s questioning how serious I am, but I am dead set on making her come again and again until dinner is ready.
I kiss down her stomach, then pause, watching her, memorizing this exact moment. The way her body responds to me, the way she looks down at me with that irresistible mix of desire and amusement. I’ve never wanted someone the way I want Claire. Not just physical, everything. “Keep looking at me while I give you something to blush about.”
She smirks. That’s another thing I love—when she doesn’t shy away from the moment. She’s here with me. She trusts me. That’s something I don’t take lightly.
Claire raises an eyebrow. “You think you can make me come, what, three times?” she asks with some sass in her tone.
Another taunt?Challenge accepted.
“Eight.”
Her eyes widen. “Eight?!”
“Did I stutter?”
“I don’t know if I’ve ever gone past four.”
I shake my head. “That sounds like a lack of effort on their part.”
She giggles, but it’s cut short when I press an open-mouthed kiss to the inside of her thigh. I feel her body tense.
“When you squirt,” I pause, looking up at her, “then I know I’ve done my job.”
“Jake,” she exhales, her voice already wrecked with want.
“Bet you didn’t think you would get a pleasure Dom in your meet-cute.”
She’s trying to fight back a smile, covering her eyes, and her body shakes with laughter.
Smiling, I slide her shorts and underwear off, setting them neatly on the coffee table. I won’t be rushed this time. I’ll decide when she’s ready. I’ll take my time, tease out every response, and watch her fall apart for me.
“Take that off,” I say, motioning to her tank top. “And the bra.”
She hesitates for half a second before slipping them off, revealing herself completely. My pulse kicks up, but I keep my focus on her eyes, making sure she feels beautiful, wanted, safe.
I cup her, pressing the heat of my palm against her. “Tell me you’re going to come eight times.”
